Small, Exquisitely Wrought Trinkets

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As the summer winds down I've been focusing my energy on making a habit out of practicing comedy. I've been getting into comedy much like I get into a lake, really slowly and complaining the whole way about how uncomfortable it is. However, I know there is no turning back. Because I really really like comedy, and lakes.
It's been kind of rough forcing myself to do comedy regularly, not just when it's the most ideal situation. So I'm holding myself to do comedy no matter what at least twice a week. That means doing open mic nights where I'm the only one in the room without a guitar or a penis and even regularly driving down to Seattle to do comedy open mic nights.
I'm also learning the etiquette of stand up.T he culture if you will. My new goal, is don't drink so much and heckle the other comics even if they are men who sometimes say shitty things about women.
Also, I'm pretty sure I told Seth Lazear that I loved him in the middle of his set. Yikes.
I have to get in the zone, suck it up, stay more (keyword more) sober, save my love confessions for after the show and build some thicker skin. I want to be humble but confident in my abilities and be patient with myself and others.
Part of this process I think is develping community around comedy and having people to push me. It's important for me to have people that get me through the hard stuff and even suffer with me. For example:
The other night me and my friend Jesse went to an open mic night in Fairhaven. When we went to sign up we were told that comedy just doesn't work there. We signed up anyway. The crowd was small and uninterested in anything but dudes with guitars. We both tried to back out at various points. I told him that I'd had a bad day and that I might just start crying when I got on stage. He said that might be funny. I agreed. We both decided it was time to suck it up and just bomb. Ultimately we went up together and divided our set up by taking turns telling jokes. He had mostly one liners and I stuck to telling my "Monty story" which is an old joke about a one night stand I had in my youth. It was silly and ackward. Afterwords an old ex of Jesse's came up to us and said, "Horrible, I expect better next time." Then I started crying because I realized I forgot to call my brother on his birthday. It was a mess. However, thinking back, I think it was all a really beautiful, hillarious, painful and strange reflection of the human condition. A brilliant performance and expression of rediculocity. Overall, I'm really proud that we got up there and just fucking did it. Whatever. Fuck it. Life is meaningless and we're all going to die anyway. Right? Anyway, it was worth it because some girl at the bar came up to me and was really happy and surprised that I talked about my "wet, velvety pussy." I'm learning that comedy is going to be A TON of hard work even on days when the last thing I want to do is be funny. But as my friend Tracy says, "Find something hard to do and do it."

IN OTHER NEWS

My next performance is on Monday at The Glow
It is an art show called, Bijoux which means of course: Small Exquisitely Wrought Trinkets, according to the internet. I'm performing at 10 and really intend on giving this performance my all. I'm going to think of my set in terms of all of my differnt jokes being a bunch small, exquisitely wrought trinkets. And I will polish them and display them for your viewing pleasure.
ALSO, my silent film Modern Love will be playing on the t.v. by the bar throughout the night!
ALSO, ALSO, the art work of such amazing people as Jessyca Murphey, Riley Bamesberger, *augustine and others will be on display.
It's going to be fun! Hope to see you there.

Felt Jizz and Egg by Jessyca Murphey